Author's Note: Okay enough of you readers seem to want to know more so… here goes.
The Letter
Christian bent over to give Lily a goodnight kiss; finally the girl was asleep. Boy, was she a bundle of energy! She was always interested in something, it was a good thing she could amuse herself with the toys he had bought her otherwise he didn't know if he would be able to keep up. He smiled it was going to be all right.
In the past few days Christian's situation had changed dramatically and now he had a daughter to look after. Christian went to sit down at his table; he sighed a contented sigh and began to read the letter Zidler had given him…
Dear Christian,
Thankyou for doing this great favor I asked of you. One day, I sincerely hope to repay you for it. Lily is now in your care and I am somewhere far away. I don't know how long it will be before Marie and I return but I thought it would be helpful to you or your curiosity if I wrote this letter.
Lily's father was a man named Charles M. Geoffrey or Charlie to us. He was a stranger to the Moulin Rouge. He was artist who had come from Arles to join the revolution. Marie said he had inherited a large sum of money from a distant relative, great aunt or something. He loved Satine or at least he thought he did. He was always lavishing her with expensive gifts, precious jewels, paintings and books from all over Europe. But Satine did not love him in return she was a good actress, she never truly loved anyone until she met you. He came one night and proposed to her, she said no, he left in a violent rage and never returned.
The night Satine was giving birth to Lily she was in so much pain. She told me she didn't want to have a baby. She asked me if I would make her quit the Moulin Rouge. She was distressed Christian. She gave birth to Lily and then passed out. It was then I made the decision to fake the baby's death, Satine had clearly said she didn't want her and… well I made a mistake.
When she awoke I told her I was sorry but the baby had died. It seemed to take awhile for that to sink in. She assured me that she was relieved but sometimes it was hard to know with Satine. She always put on a brave face in front of me. She was never the same after that, she was more fragile. I regretted doing it, I really did, but what could I say to her a week or even years later?
"Oh by the way, Satine you know the baby you had she's living with China Doll, Marie is secretly looking after her"
No, I couldn't bring myself to doing it Christian.
When I found out Satine was dying, I knew I had to tell her. The night she was going to run away with you. I told her. She hated me that night, in an hour she learned she was dying and that she had to send you away. I knew I had to tell her then because if I didn't,
I might have never had another chance. She was so sad, and it hurt my heart to see her. When I brought Lily in to her she recognized her immediately as the child of Charles,
She was so mad at me but so happy to see Lily, who was three at the time.
Later, from her diaries I found out that that was the reason she stayed, it was the reason she tried to send you away. Satine was planning to take Lily and run away to find you after opening night. She wanted you both to be safe, and to spend the rest of her days living as a family with the two people she loved most.
It is an unfortunate thing to have it all turn out like this; there's no denying it.
Christian there is no one Satine would have wanted more, to be the father of her daughter. I wish you good luck and many thanks. The show must go on!
Harold Zidler
Christian put the letter down onto the table and rubbed his eyes, it was late.
Silly old Harold and his shows. It had always been imprinted on his brain that "the show was the most important thing" or "the show must go on", if it hadn't been for him Satine would've got to spend more time with Lily and quit the stupid Moulin Rouge ages ago! If she had done that she would never of had to deal with the Duke or the can-can dancers or Zidler, or him…
If Zidler had not done what he did, mistake as it was, Christian probably would never have met Satine.
Christian rubbed his eyes again.
So that was the story, that was what happened.
Christian lay himself down on the couch, it was very uncomfortable.
He sighed; it was time to move to a new apartment.
It was time to move on.
It was time to leave Montmatre, and the Moulin Rouge behind,
Forever.
The end.
Disclaimer: I don't own Christian or Zidler or anything in the story that is part of or from the movie MOULIN ROUGE, I do own Lily and her father Charlie/Charles M. Geoffrey.
Author's note: I hope you liked my story, sadly this is the end. I really enjoyed writing it. I love Moulin Rouge sooooooooo much, fanfiction rules!
Bye for now!
Diamonte-saber
